#killedyoubefore

[scopesandspurs-blog]

@killedyoubefore continued from x

Random Sentence Starters !! - accepting

“Yeah, it’s pretty out here. Sometimes I’d sell my left nut to get back out West, but Switzerland is a good-lookin’ place.”

He looked at Xio a moment, his expression telling a tale of heavy decisions. Seconds later, he swept off his serape and laid it in the grass. With an unceremonious plunk onto it, he looked up at the sniper and patted the spot next to him. “Take a load off, Santiago – sit your ass down. You work too hard, or some such bullshit.”

The day was one of those perfect ones: not too hot and not too cold, not too humid, light breeze, sun and shade. For awhile, he just sat and smelled the air, green and almost sweet somehow. It was so relaxing and almost dreamy, his mouth got ahead of him.

“You think it’s true there’s no such thing as a normal life? There’s just life and you live it?”

Xio watched the land before them rather than looking at McCree as he spoke, the two of them having gotten away from the others for a while. Xio preferred the solitude. She couldn’t tell if Jesse did, or if he was more the kind to join someone else who wanted solitude too. For once, she didn’t mind his company. 

She looked at him as he started moving, the serape he usually wore being laid out on the grass. He sat with all the grace of a... well, with all the grace of him, and patted the spot next to him. She considered it for a moment before she shifted, stepping over to him, careful not to step on the serape, sitting on it instead. Ridiculous or not, Jesse liked the thing. She wasn’t gonna stomp all over it.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the day. The temperature was good, the sky was pretty clear. It was a good day for this, just taking time out to get sort of isolated for a while, not be busy inside and irritated. 

“... Yeah, I guess,” Xio said after a minute, finally responding to his question. “I mean... I don’t really think that your life is set in stone and all that bullshit. I can see, just in my own life, how shit could have gone different... But I guess I can see how someone’d believe that there’s just life and you just live it.” She paused, shifting her gaze back over to him. “What do you think?”

[anathesniper]

📺- Favorite TV show? and/or 🎞- Favorite cartoon/anime?

// I don’t really watch T.V anymore. I like hells kitchen or cooking shows 

My favorite anime would be FMA: Brotherhood hands down

[valkyrietilvalhalla]

Sign: "I shame my friends for smoking."

What kind of character shaming sign would you put around my muse’s neck? | Accepting

“As I should, Jesse. It’s not good for you!”

[anathesniper]

“You better listen to a man that knows what he’s saying.”

“And are you trying to tell me that you know what you’re saying. Because you’re assumption of how to get in there would have gotten you killed. You didn’t see the other three guards around the side of the house or the sniper on the roof nor the man patrolling the east halls. Your plan would have been suicide. 

Don’t tell me to listen to a man Jesse McCree before you learn to listen to woman.” 

[hacker-killed-blog]

👙

“Ooh, this is nice, McCree. You going to try it on for me? I know you like to look pretty on the weekends.”

She holds up the babydoll with matching panties. “Gee, McCree. I don’t think this’ll fit you. Looks like it must be mine. Are you actually giving me lingerie? It’s not even my birthday.”

It won’t be her birthday for another month, but she doesn’t let anyone know that. She’s not actually 100% when her birthday is, but what it says on the adoption papers is good enough. For all she knew, her bio mother could have lied.

“Be right back,” Sombra dashes to the hotel’s bathroom and puts it on, legs like a newborn foal as she fights off the effects of the rum. Splashing cold water on her face helps, and she gazes at herself in the mirror. Nice.

Emerging back into the room proper, Sombra does a half-turn and looks over her shoulder at McCree. “Almost as pretty as you, right?”

[anathesniper]

killedyoubefore replied to your post: // my dad put zucchini and tomatoes in the beef...

// that’s a sin. i’d be distressed about that in a stew also

// WHO DOES THAT, I feel betrayed - how dare you

[scopesandspurs-blog]

☆ Bring yours breakfast / “I made your favorite.”

Warm & Fuzzy Starters | Accepting

She woke to noises, something coming from the other room, she thought. Her head lifted, eyes opening and blinking lazily into focus. She managed to identify the noises after a minute, recognizing them as sounds of dishes being moved, maybe sizzling? She can’t really tell, but that’d be her guess. 

Xio pushed herself up into a sitting position, the sheet falling off her torso, and she looked around for a shirt. She found his first, grabbing it and pulling it over her naked form. She was about to stand up when he walked into the room, holding a tray, wearing a grin and his jeans.

She heard him greet her, and her eyes shifted up, meeting his, when he said he made her favorite. One eyebrow arched and she pulled her feet under her, motioning to the bed.

“Alright then, cowboy. Have a seat. Let’s see how you did. If it’s not a Belgian waffle, you get points taken off.”

Their relationship shouldn’t feel as natural as it did to Xio. His gentle touches, the soft kisses, mixed with fiercer, more heated touches. They shouldn’t feel as good. Their fights were more playful, as though their previous interactions had led up to this in some way or another. But each time Xio tried to over-analyze, tried to find a way to run from it, he’d do something, like this, and make it feel good enough for her to stay.

[scopesandspurs-blog]

💏 for our muses to kiss in order to hide their faces from somebody

Cliche Meme | Accepting

“Jesse, stop, what do you mean?”

Xio scowled at him in confusion, watching him. He was starting to look just the slightest bit panicked, which was only more frustrating. They had finally managed to find a quiet little town that would let them relax. Jesse’s bounty wasn’t an easy thing to avoid, and Xio couldn’t help but notice that no one who went after him was willing to give her a break. It was getting tiring. He had been so relaxed before, but now was another story.

Without an explanation, Jesse put his hand on the back of her neck, gently pulling her closer to him. Her scowl disappeared, something softer touching her features. As the distance between them closed, Xio’s expression continued to soften. He tilted his head, their lips coming together.

Xio had been expecting sparks. That’s what everyone said, right? When you had a kiss from the person that you were in love with, you were supposed to feel sparks. Xio couldn’t say anything about that, but she could say that his lips were softer than she had expected. Whatever words she would use to describe him, soft was never one of them. But he was gentle as he kissed her, keeping his hand on the back of her neck, but his other hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin with tenderness. She hesitated for a moment before she returned the kiss, leaning a little more into him to better reciprocate.

Jesse was the one who broke the kiss, but he didn’t pull too far back. Xio looked at him, watching him quietly for a long minute. He grinned after a minute and she couldn’t help but grin back, but she rolled her eyes, whacking him in the chest.

“What an asshole.”